Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.
Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.
Love is when you don't have to be with another person to touch their heart!
It is the fortunate who should extol fortune.
True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.
None merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.
Fortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door.
The day of fortune is like a harvest day, We must be busy when the corn is ripe.
Any time not spent on love is wasted.
As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
He full of bashfulness and truth, Loved much, hoped little, and desired nought.
You, Honor, first you hid The fount of love's delight, Denying drafts to slake the lover's thirst.